the awesome flop, carrots and fear

i fear for you and the words you utter that i can hardly make out,

the mangled massacred heap of verbs and adjectives and nouns that lose their sacred positioning.

what folly, what inelegance!

i shudder like how i shudder at spores on the underside of a fern,

those tiny blobs of monstrosity i cannot bear to look at.

you know what spores i am talkin about right, how can anyone bear them!

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on a separate note,

newly acquired footwear articles are keeping me quite satisfied for now.

quest- to lay my hands on the real deal soon!

do i care for carrots?